That man.

Yearning always to truly know that man.
With sandals polished only by the sun and the sand.
Iron in his jaw and leather on his hands.
To just hear the stories of his time upon this land.
About the ones that he let go and those that felt Him take a stand.
He’s seen more things than I could ever understand.
Yearning always to truly know that man.

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